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His pleasure was doomed to an immediate wiping out. Priscilla smiled, but with a reservation behind her smile that his sensitive spirit felt at once. She was alone, and there was no sign whatever either of her uncle or of preparations for the reading of Shakespeare. "Is anything not quite right?" Tussie asked, his face falling at once to an anxious pucker.

"You must have noticed," said Tussie, "as you have lived so long in London, that everything's shut on Sundays. There are no theatres and things certainly no cocoa-nuts." "No, I don't remember any cocoa-nuts," mused Priscilla, her memory going over those past Sundays she had spent in England.

I get angry easily. Then I like to be alone till I'm sorry." "But what had made you angry? Had I ?" "No, never. You have never been anything but good and kind. You've been our protecting spirit since we came here." Tussie laughed shrilly, and immediately was seized by a coughing fit.

"When we are settled, young man," said Fritzing, after eloquent words of thanks and appreciation, "you must come in the evenings, and together we will roam across the splendid fields of English literature." "Oh thanks" exclaimed Tussie, flushing with pleasure.

"I knew he was a brute behind your back. Let's sack him." "James, show this gentleman out." "Pardon me, madam, we have not yet arranged " "Oh," interrupted Tussie, "the business part can be arranged between you and me without bothering my mother. I'll come part of the way with you and we'll talk it over. You're absolutely right about Dawson. He's an outrageous mixture of bully and brute."

Sensible, practical, overflowing with kindness. Fritzing had not met any one he esteemed so much for years. They went down the village street together, for Tussie was bound for Mr.

Neumann-Schultz has been trying to persuade me to sell him the pair of cottages up by the church, and I have been trying to persuade him to believe me when I tell him I won't." "But why won't you, mother?" asked Tussie. Lady Shuttleworth stared at him in astonishment. "Why won't I? Do I ever sell cottages?"

Dawson is the most offensive creature who ever walked this earth clad in the outer semblance of one of God's creatures." This was too much for Lady Shuttleworth. "Really " she said, stretching out her hand to the bell. "Didn't I tell you so, mother?" cried Tussie triumphantly; and that Tussie, her own dear boy, should in all things second this madman completely overwhelmed her.

The bells were just stopping, and Mrs. Morrison, who played the organ, was forced to hurry in without having told Emma her whole opinion of those who gave and those who attended Sunday parties, but the prelude she played that day expressed the tumult of her mind very well, and struck Tussie Shuttleworth, who had sensitive ears, quite cold.

Was the day of Tussie's coming of age, that dreadful day when he was nearest death, a day a mother could ever forget? It had all been most wanton, most cruel. We know she was full of the milk of human kindness: on the subject of Priscilla it was unmixed gall. As for Tussie, well, you cannot have omelettes without breaking eggs, and Tussie on this occasion was the eggs.